IN POETRY
I loved the fight, in poetry first The freedom word by word, in poetry Line by line I loved to live So I loved anger and bliss... Your bright days, My optimistic friends, All, all in poetry. Whatever I've lost... Everything I've found, in poetry. Is it our love only, That precedes rhyme, There's also exile, And imprisonment as well.
Rıfat ILGAZ
Translated By Burcu ALKAN